September 2015

One minute its time to get up and the next its bed time, the day i live in is a collection of one dam thing after another. i care about the people i love, i care about this day. This is all we have, this right now, i don’t own any of tomorrow, i can’t explain yesterday i can only live right here right now in this moment and on this page

In the afternoon I did an interview before the show I was tired and not on form but the journalist thought that Glenn and I were the Stealy Dan of South London. High praise. The show tonight was tight like a recording and very Dan, it was like the red light was on and we […]

Brighton on a sunny day can not be beat, and some lunchtime Sushi makes things even sweeter. A visit to the Apple Store and then off to the Dome for the rest of the day, a venue i know well and i love. A small Albert Hall on my doorstep. It was almost a full […]

Guildford from Plymouth was a beautiful drive up the A303, one of my favourite roads in the whole of the UK. It takes me past my roots in Somerset on up to where i first learnt to write poetry in Hampshire and across the Hogs Back into Guildford itself. Lots of hanging around is followed […]

Alcohol kills more people in this country than Cancer, and here in my hotel i hear young people shouting crying and screaming at each other as they enjoy their first week at Uni, its called freshers week. I can’t sleep as i hear the pitch of their voices rise and fall, i hear tears as […]

Time Slips By

One minute its time to get up and the next its bed time, the day I live in is a collection of one dam thing after another. I care about the people I love, i care about this day. this is all we have, this right now, I don’t own any of tomorrow, I can’t explain yesterday i can only live right here right now in this moment and on this page